my little soldier And I love you some more, it's never the same First time you walk, you fell on the floor, circus score First words now, what's my name? And
in hand I'm tired of being on the blocks and put pumping hand in hand I'm going from girl to girl and you going from man to man Let's get on a flight and
friends Drag, can I stay at your house? Why not you can sleep on my couch Drag, you still down with the R? Come on ma, you know who we are Drag, you
game of death You about to die loser This is Holiday and Dash-On We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don't need a mask on [Chorus: Drag-On
me on the train I travel first class you don't even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my name, cause I don't going back and forth your boss and
on his or her back When I'm down on my luck i get down on the track I clown on the rap sorta like Barnum and Bailey My star dust bust is bigger and brighter
on his or her back When I'm down on my luck I get down on the track I clown on the rappers sort of like Barnum and Bailey's My stardust-bust is bigger
ceiling feeling to heavy to bliss the I-beams for a fraction more Collapsed and left 'I'm sorry' tacked to you door Pitching my back to hell's kitchen Back
to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted
Laugh when he asks for it back Scratch that Welcome to the magic and a basket of cash [Chorus:] Slow and low, do or die, calm Suicide king and a tuck
the break of dawn, yellin' curse words on the intercom. Drag racin' with the fork lift. Nobody cares on the graveyard shift. Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!) Paaaaaaaaarty! On
And we'll shine brighter than the rest. We'll forget the frozen hell we left behind and we'll move on. On and on and on. Together you and I we'll break
you, then jackals attack you Drag you by the Devil's curtains, filled with serpents And brain surgeons, dark alleyways and niggas is drinkin' and cursin
on my equilibrium [Chorus x2] In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper You see me move back and
mention that I'm rich, but it'll slip I really whipped the Z doin' a hundred and thirty Come back doin 25 in a hunter Excursion Open mouth and it'll beam
serious as hell when I'm threatened Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right A rude awakening and
gypsy, Come on now, So you wanna be a gypsy, Come on now, now, now..." Gypsy woman you're the devil in drag You are the queen of all hell You took my
body bagz zip yo ass up in a bag toe tagz body bagz put you on a cold slab [Madrox:] Tag'em and bag'em and drag'em in to the underground Collect preserve